Yes, I know.
Being a temperamental writer sort, I go into my moods where I just don’t want to interact with the outside world at all. I fully admit that this one is … going on for awhile.
Also burnt out. I wish life would be uneventful and predictable, so I could have some space to rest. But nope. If it ain’t one thing, it’s another.
So, I’m sulking until I have a moment to get my thoughts put back together. Which might be never, at this rate.
Ah, such is life. I guess, eventually, the only thing to do is to write it into a novel. XD